and I already gained 11 pounds. I’ve been having a lot of Regina George moments recently – “It’s a [size] five,” and “My sweatpants are all that fits me right now.” To be honest, I’m even worse than Regina George on the latter. I still have these sweatpants I used to wear in college which I’d pick up whenever I feel like crap and don’t want to wear anything better (which is most of the time, which is why I wore it probably once or twice a week). I picked it up again yesterday for an event for med school (and since we wear uniforms, I haven’t noticed how much weight I gained) and guess what? It barely fit my thighs. That was eye-opener # 2 for me. Eye-opener # 1 was when I weighed myself after three months and saw 121 pounds. I’m around 5 feet so that’s not a good thing.
But what else would I expect, when I used to eat around three batches of fries a week. Don’t even get me started on milk tea. I used to think I had an excuse to treat myself every single time because, heck, I was exhausted, I was losing sleep, and my grades are not turning up. I didn’t deserve a treat, but I don’t deserve to be punished either. No sleep, more food. A 3-month long addiction on milk tea and fries? Never a good combination.
That did not work in my favor. So now, I’m cutting down to half-rice and no to minimal snacks in between. Oh, and exercise. Err. Yeah. Exercise.
Nothing too interesting is going on in class, because… that’s just it – class. Except Anatomy Lab, because we’re studying heads severed sagittally, to look at the nose, nasal sinuses, pharynx and larynx. That reminds me, I actually do have to study, but when I’m home-home (not dorm-home) on weekends, I just instantly lose motivation. Severed heads are cool on TV but in real life, not so much, especially when you realize these severed heads used to function. They used to belong to someone who ate, breathed, slept, who were fathers, who were brothers, sisters, friends.
On a lighter note, I do have a crush. Yes, even though I’m in med school, I’m haven’t been robot-ized. I’m still human. And I have the mentality of a fourteen-year-old, so yes. Forgive me. Okay, maybe not fourteen-year-old, because I don’t squeal or bite my notebook so I wouldn’t squeal anymore. But with the fanaticism? Hmm, a bit.
There is progress. Yes. We had our sportsfest this week (I’m a good movie marathoner) and I was covering a basketball game (or volleyball game, I wouldn’t remember, would I? Not when he is talking to me) for our newsletter (I join the newsletter club every school I go to) and then he walked up to me, and asked me how the game is doing. I might have stared into space for a moment there because I could not believe that he just walked up to me. I wasn’t able to anticipate it because he did it from the side, and I was watching the game… at first. I was contemplating about the truthfulness of what just happened, and if it did really happen.
It did. And what’s even more surprising is that his group of friends were on the next two bleachers, and he’d usually ditch me and go to them, which is okay, because we weren’t really that close yet. FYI, he and his group of friends were together since college, but since I went to med school friend-less, one of his friends decided to adopt me, and now they’re also my set of friends. Only, you know how it is with groups – you just get close to a handful, and some, you don’t get to bond with because you’re just too many in a group. My crush is one of the people I don’t get to talk to a lot, but I do get to know him, slowly.
I’m used to being alone, and sometimes, I like isolating myself from all the noise, which is why I was in that bleacher. But he stayed, and we talked for a bit (actually, not a bit), he played some Bejeweled on my iPad and tried to beat my level 10, he played some other games, and then he began exploring my Instagram and Tumblr accounts (the latter is semi-personal because, well, it just is). I showed him pictures of amazing fish I saw when I used to dive (moray eel and puffer fish under tablet corals) and I found out he scuba dives (while I just skin dive because scuba is expensive, and no skin dive is not skinny-dipping. Look it up). I showed him pictures I saved of cute dogs from 9gag but he’s a cat person, although he was cool with the idea of having a golden retriever, since he says he likes big dogs, too (and that was when I told him I’d like to live with a golden retriever roommate). I showed him pictures I saved of beautiful places in countryside Europe and told him I will live there when the time comes, and he told me there are much much nicer places than the ones I saved. He showed me pictures of his trip to Cape Town and Korea.
So, yeah, that happened.
Oh and another thing. The kid I’m tutoring just gave me a loom band bracelet with a letter. I’m beyond touched, I wanted to cry when she gave it. It was a change from all the busyness and crappiness of life lately. Definitely highlight of the week.